A memory from the future
A premonition of the past
It’s hard to tell just what is real
When life goes by so fast
We all know time is linear
What’s done is set in stone
But knowledge is nothing more
Than ideas we’ve been shown
History’s written by the winners
To the victor go the spoils
Truth is buried with the losers
Beneath the lies and soil
So why do we blindly trust
In what our teachers say
Facts are little more than sketches
Truth’s as shapable as clay
Memories from the future
Or premonitions of the past
Are these really so impossible?
Should they be so hastily dismissed?
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